stormy night
night of shivering
endless darkness swallows all
peering eyes sees black
Saturday 22nd October 2016 4:22 pm
grass field
Oh, nature's beautiful green
Where dogs love to sit
Circling around, stomping their feet
To find comfort where they see fit
When satisfied, go ahead, proceed!
release thy dirtiest, no one forbid
Scratch thy ground in search for dirt
To cover thy foul from face of the earth
Nature's beautiful green
Where dogs love to sit
Oh, excitement filled my body
My heart starts to beat
...
Wednesday 19th October 2016 3:11 pm
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